Crazy Donuts
It always came back to the first one. The rest had been for survival but the first one happened out of nowhere, almost like popping off a scolding squirrel if it got on his nerves.. The Walther PPK and a box of shells he found in his grandpa’s bedroom had done a good job. The gun looked like a black water pistol but it was ten times heavier. After a few weeks of shooting up bottles and cans he was bored, so tried blowing the heads off a few chickens. He was ready for more serious game but was worried about getting close enough to a large animal to kill it with a pistol. If things didn’t go right, a grizzly would make mincemeat out of him. The faggot was an easy target. As he ran to get away, he was staggering all over the road so Ralph thought his first shot had missed, but then the guy dropped to his knees and disappeared into the weeds. When he got to where the faggot had sneaked away, Ralph’s eyes took a few seconds to get used to the moo...